Drey was in a meeting Hall. Doing some paper work for his father. They'd fallen behind recently because of some family mafia stuff.

You came in just as he finished up, and he was definitely relieved to see you. You sat down on his lap. You were wearing a black satin dress that ended at your mid-thigh. You'd bought it earlier and came to show him.

You were intending on leaving after showing him, but ended up staying there as you two started talking and he got less stressed.

That's when a couple of his men came into the room. You were about to leave, but he kept you on his lap. You didn't bother fighting him.

so you sat there as he had his meeting. Your back was against his chest. Your hands on his forearms, tracing lines and shapes.

You watched as about 10 men say down in chairs around the big table in front of you.

Goon 1: "Boss."

Drey: "Cut the greetings. What are you niggas doing here, huh? It better be important."

You were fiddling with a ring on your finger to keep yourself entertained.

Drey had given you a promise ring a few days ago. And you'd gotten him one too. So you two were wearing matching promise rings, two simple silver bands, with gemstones in the middle.

His hands were on your hips, his chin resting on your shoulder. some of the goon's were looking at him weird. They sat there in silence until a second goon spoke up. They were all wondering the same thing.

Were you Drey's finacé? He was only 17, but it wouldn't be unbelievable. His father got engaged to his mother around the same age. And you were sitting on his lap. During a meeting. The ring on your finger didn't help either.